Chapter 16 Yale
Chapter sixteen
Yale
The sound of a phone ringing pulled me from my sleep, but I didn’t move.
The warmth I felt was intoxicating and addictive.
The ringing stopped only to start up again, and I groaned in frustration.
I pushed the covers from my face and picked up my phone from the end table next to the bed and swiped the screen.
“Hello?”
“Where the fuck are you?” Quincy yelled. I moved the phone from my face to look at the screen. “Hello? Yale?”
“I’m here,” I said, moving the phone back to my ear. “Why are you calling my phone?”
“Where the fuck are you?” he questioned again, and I shook my head. He never called me, hell, I didn’t even know he had my number. “We have a family emergency!”
“What’s wrong?” I jumped from the bed and looked around for something to put on.
This wasn’t my house, but I had enough clothes here to think that I lived here.
I walked to the closet and grabbed the first pair of jeans and T-shirt I saw.
I moved quickly back into the bedroom and went to the dresser to get a pair of panties and a bra. “Quincy? What happened?”
“Just get to the fucking house!” he yelled and hung up.
I quickly got dressed, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and requested an Uber.
After I was done, I went back to the room, put on my shoes from the previous night, and left.
When I got to the living room, I found Am sitting on the couch in ball shorts, his hair hanging loose.
He took a pull of his blunt and smirked.
“Where are you going?” he asked. His eyes were dark and low.
“It’s an emergency, and I need to go,” I answered, and he nodded. “This wasn’t the plan.” I don’t know why I said the last part, but I wanted him to know. I wasn’t leaving because I regretted what we’d done. I felt everything but regret.
“You think it wasn’t?” he questioned as he stood. “Or you think that it’s exactly that?”
“What do you mean?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Nothing,” he chuckled as he approached me. He wrapped his hand around my throat and tilted my head up to make me look at him. My hand went to his wrist, and I whimpered softly. This man had touched me a million times before, but now it felt different. “How are you getting to where you need to go?”
“Uber,” I answered, and he shook his head. “You can’t take me.”
“Why?” His lips brushed mine, but he didn’t kiss me. “You scared of someone seeing us?”
“No,” I answered softly.
“Then why?”
The truth was, I didn’t really want to leave him.
Last night was everything I expected it to be, plus more, but I also knew that it shouldn’t have happened.
I was never going to be able to get Amethyst out of my system.
I was still craving his touch, and we were touching.
If someone in Grant’s family saw us, they would know immediately, and I couldn’t let that happen.
My Uber honked to let me know they were waiting, but I didn’t move.
“I need to go,” I softly said, and Amethyst gave me a lop-sided smile. “I’m serious.”
“Then go,” he said, and started to let my throat go, but I held his hand in place. He lifted his brow in surprise and shook his head. “You can’t have it both ways.”
“Kiss me,” I demanded instead of acknowledging what he said. I knew I couldn’t, but I wasn’t ready to admit that out loud. Amethyst’s mouth brushed against mine before he pulled me into a soul-stirring kiss.
Amethyst ended the kiss, licked his lips, then stepped back and opened the door.
I freely took him in, only stopping momentarily to look at his dick pushing against his shorts before turning to leave the house.
He followed me down the stairs and opened the door to the Uber, and I got in.
Before he closed the door, he bent down and smiled.
“I wasn’t playing about what I said last night,” he said, then kissed me again. He ended the kiss, closed the door, tapped the roof of the car twice, then walked back to the house. I sat back in my seat, hot in the ass and confused as to what he was referring to.
Twenty minutes later, I was getting out of the Uber and walking to the front door of Luther’s house.
I rang the doorbell and waited. Even after all these years, I still acted like a visitor, never getting comfortable enough to want to be a part of the family because I wasn’t.
My connection was a business deal to save the man I loved.
“Took you fucking long enough,” Quincy said, answering the door.
“You said it was an emergency,” I replied, not caring about his attitude. “Is someone hurt? Why are we meeting here and not at the hospital?”
“Ain’t no reason to be at the hospital,” he replied, shaking his head.
“Pop called an emergency family meeting, and that includes you.” He mugged me before letting me in.
I shook my head and followed him into the house and to the living room, where the rest of his family was waiting.
I was grateful that no one was hurt, but I also didn’t need to be here.
I took a seat in the corner of the room and watched as Luther paced in the front of the room.
It took everything in me not to laugh at him because I always thought he was overdramatic.
I was accustomed to it because he was a pastor, and he usually turned it off when he was around family.
However, seeing him now looking stressed had me on high alert.
“From here on out, we move together,” Luther declared, looking around the room. His eyes stopped briefly on me before he turned his attention to the rest of the people in the room. “We need answers, and we will get them.”
“Any word on Shelly?” Quincy asked. He looked over at me as he dropped his hand on Grant’s shoulder and shook his head. “This shit is left field.”
“Not yet,” Luther answered. “I plan to go talk to her. I called the doctor in, but he isn’t answering. I’m going to make a visit when I leave here.”
“You need someone to ride?” he asked, and Quincy nodded. “Yale and I can go.”
“What?” I questioned, and everyone turned to look at me. It was only then that I saw that Grant’s eyes were red and filled with tears.
“Yeah,” Luther answered, and I took my eyes off Grant to look at him. “You and Yale can go. It’s about time she sees how the business is run.” Luther put his hands in his pockets and smirked. “You have a problem with that, Yale?”
“It doesn’t matter if she does, Pop,” Quincy answered before I could. “She’s a part of this family; it’s time she starts acting like it.” He said something to Grant, who nodded, then stood. “Let’s go, Yale.”
I looked at Grant to see if he would object, and I raised my brow. When he turned his head, I shook mine and turned to Luther. “I need to speak to Grant first,” I said as I stood.
“You can speak to him when we get back,” Luther said, shaking his head. “He’s dealing with something personal right now and needs a moment.”
“Something personal and needs a moment?” I repeated, and Luther nodded. “I’m his wife, what is he dealing with that I can’t know?”
“Everyone out,” Luther announced, and everyone but me, Luther, and Quincy remained.
“Listen, Yale,” Luther said as he approached me. “I let you get away with a lot of shit because of your marriage to Grant, but you are pushing your luck right now.”
“My luck?” I laughed. “I didn’t even want to be-”
“But you are!” Quincy yelled as he cut me off, stepped into my personal space, and looked down at me.
“Or have you forgotten? You fucking are!” He mugged me then smirked.
“If you want out, let me know, and I’ll make the calls to let everyone know our deal is off and that precious best friend of yours is dead.
” Quincy laughed, then grabbed my chin to make me look at him.
“You don’t run shit! We let you live. Let that nigga live!
Stop fucking thinking you are more than a bitch we decided to keep. ”
“A bitch you decided to keep?” I pulled my chin from his grip and grilled him. “Who the fuck do you think you are talking to? I’m not the one you fuck with. I won’t let you talk to me that way.”
“What the fuck are you going to do?” he quickly wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed.
Quincy’s hand on me felt wrong on so many different levels.
I’d just experienced Amethyst touching me this way, not even thirty minutes ago, and multiple times last night, and it felt amazing, but having Quincy touch me right now scared me.
The look in his eyes and the way his hand felt against my throat had my heart slamming against my chest. “Who’s going to stop me from doing what the fuck I want to do?
You?” He freely took me in with his eyes, then licked his lips.
“If anything, I may enjoy the fucking fight you put up, but at the end of the day, you’ll still end up on your fucking knees where you belong. ”
“Fuck you!”
“One day,” he said, chuckling. “Real fucking soon.”
“Quincy, let her go,” Luther finally said, and Quincy let me go.
I stepped back, coughing and grilled the fuck out of both of them.
Never in the years that I’d dealt with the Kilmores had anyone ever put their hands on me or spoken to me in the way that Quincy did.
My hands went to my throat, and I touched it, hating how tender it already was.
I was going to be bruised; there was no doubt about that.
“Let’s go get some answers,” Luther dismissively said. I cut my eyes to him, and he gave me a look of disinterest. He didn’t give a damn about what Quincy said or did. “When you get back, you can check on Grant.”
Quincy pulled his keys from his pocket and dangled them in my face. “Let’s go,” he said, chuckling. “We won’t be long.”
**
“What do you know about our family business, Yale?” Luther asked as I sat in the back seat of Quincy’s car, and he drove.